Sarah Martinez walked into the crowded mess hall at Naval Station Norfolk. Her combat boots making soft sounds against the polished floor. The noise of hundreds of sailors eating breakfast filled the air.
She wore the same navy blue uniform as everyone else.
Her dark hair pulled back in a regulation bun. Nothing about her appearance suggested she was different from any other sailor in the room.
At 28, Sarah stood 5’6 in tall with an athletic build that she kept hidden under her loose- fitting uniform. her brown eyes scanned the room, automatically noting exit points and potential threats.
This habit had been drilled into her during years of specialized training that most people in this room would never experience.
She grabbed a tray and moved through the serving line, accepting portions of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast from the kitchen staff. The server smiled and chatted with her, treating her like any other hungry sailor starting their day. Sarah responded politely, but kept her answers short.
She had learned long ago that drawing attention to herself was rarely a good idea.
Finding an empty table near the back corner of the messaul, Sarah sat down and began eating her breakfast. She preferred eating alone, using the time to observe her surroundings and plan her day.
Today would be different from most, though she didn’t know it yet. today would test everything she had learned during her secret military career.
At a nearby table, four male recruits were finishing their own breakfast.
They had arrived at the base 3 weeks earlier and were still adjusting to military life. The recruits were young, probably 19 or 20 years old, and full of the confidence that came from completing basic training. They had been watching Sarah since she sat down, whispering among themselves.
Look at her,” said Jake Morrison, a tall recruit from Texas with sandy brown hair.
She thinks she’s so tough because she wears the uniform. His voice carried just loud enough for Sarah to hear, which seemed to be his intention.
His friend Marcus Chen, a shorter recruit from California, laughed and nodded. “These women think they can do everything men can do.
It’s ridiculous.” Marcus had struggled with the physical requirements of basic training and felt the need to prove himself to his peers.
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